From the lovely bardsbitch:
If I have to read one more fucking goddamn essay about 1. How senior year was the best year ever or 2. My relationship w Jesus Christ..
I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to lock the kids in an upstairs bedroom and turn on the gas oven. I'm going to put rocks in my pockets and walk to the river. I'm going to piss off darth vadar.
Jesus, people. I know you're only 18, but my God. Here's a quarter, go buy some creativity. I'll wait.